Jennifer held Eric out in front of her again and examined him. At only a quarter-inch tall, he was easily big enough to be seen, but it was hard to make out what he was saying. Jennifer briefly considered putting him in her ear so they could have a conversation, but that seemed like a waste of time.
Instead, she put him down on the TV stand. “Look, I know this is probably weird for you,” she said, as she kicked off her sandals, “but we came to the Size Wing for a reason. I don’t want to just sit around and talk when we have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this.”
Jennifer took off her blouse in a quick motion and then removed her bra. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid off her jeans and panties in one motion. Within seconds, she had gone from fully clothed to fully naked. She then gently plucked Eric off the TV stand and lay down on the king-size resort bed.
“I’m going to give you a present,” she said to the tiny man being held between her thumb and forefinger. “I suspect in some ways this is what you’ve always wanted.” With that, she moved him down to her pussy. Using her other hand to hold open her labia, she gently placed the tiny Eric inside her vagina. She then used her index finger to slide him as far back in as she could.
Jennifer’s heart started beating faster. She couldn’t believe it: her husband was now trapped inside her vagina, and there was nothing he could do about it. She hoped he found it as hot as she did. Without even noticing at first, she found herself starting to massage her clit. This was amazing.
Eric did not find it hot, at least not in the sexual sense. It sure was warm in Jennifer’s pussy, though, warm and dark and sticky, with her odor all around him. He couldn’t believe she would do something like this. What had gotten into her? He should have insisted on being the one with control over their size. If he had, he would have maybe shrunk or grown them a foot or two. Hey, look who can touch the ceiling, that kind of thing. Now he was the size of a bug. He started to crawl out, which was difficult enough in the warm dark recesses of her pussy, but then he could feel Jennifer moving her pelvic area up and down, almost like she was grinding.
“OOOOH, YES, THAT’S IT,” Eric could hear Jennifer booming around him, and it wasn’t clear how much was her voice and how much was the vibration of her body. It certainly intimidated him and, if anything, made him feel even smaller than he had before. He also noticed the tunnel was becoming damper than before.
Jennifer assumed Eric was moving about to please her, not to escape, and she appreciated his submission and desire to make her cum. He must really be enjoying this, she thought. That only made her more turned on, and soon she was bucking on the bed. She was only barely able to resist sticking a couple fingers up her pussy in addition to rubbing her clit, but she wanted to ensure her husband’s safety.
Eric didn’t know what to do. He had figured out that his wife was masturbating, but what should he do in response? Even if he wanted to, he didn’t know if he would be able to crawl out of her pussy. And what then? He would fall out of her, land on the bed, and get crushed by her ass. But if he stayed inside, he might suffocate or get crushed. So he decided to keep moving, even if it only aroused her more.
Within a few minutes, Jennifer’s gyrations turned into outright bucking. Eric knew his wife well enough by that point to know what it meant: she was about to cum. Sure enough, the walls of her pussy suddenly closed in on him, hard, and the wetness turned into outright gushing. Pussy juice got all over him, and he couldn’t help but swallow it. He couldn’t tell if he was going to suffocate or drown.